Snobbery snob snob
So the other day, I met my first real snob. Not just a pretend snob, or wannabe snob, this was an absolutely real, fully fledged snob, and it was an amazing experience.Basically, I was frequenting my cafe, sitting at the communal table eating waffles, and eventually the barista asked me how my coffee was. The person diagonally opposite me then got asked the same thing. Due to my response (which was usually some panicked survival instinct kicking in to help me describe my coffee in the hopes of not sounding like I have no clue), he started talking to me. It always starts out the same, "so you like coffee?" which then turned into a very interesting conversation.I was explaining that I love coffee because of the flavours and that it's interesting to drink, and then he mentioned how he liked places that serve consistently good coffee - that it was important for him that a cafe had a solid house blend. Actually, my memory is no better than it was before so he could have just as easily meant that as long as a place had a solid coffee, then that was what mattered. I then discovered that he used to also live in Sydney for a bit, and wait for it... he thought everyone on the south side of the bridge was scum! At this mention I realised I was talking to a very interesting kind of person. He then went on to say that the Melbournian coffee scene was getting boring as it was all the same thing, that the cafe culture was so established that while you go there to get good coffee, you don't go there for a surprise.Going on from there, we then discovered we both work in nerdy jobs and had another common talking point! Again, very strong opinions, most of which make sense and some which were very subjective. Being in a job where everything was maths and computers, he valued artsy friends highly and said that it was great, even vital, to have arts/music people to hang out with in a very technology related environment. He then mentioned that he was writing about cafe culture and I commented about how he still used pen and and notebook, and there, another point of mutual agreement that the core of creativity comes from the motion of pen to paper.His observations included his opinion that the Adelaide coffee scene was not yet refined enough, that most patrons were too loud and made the atmosphere akin to that of pubs. He believed that communal tables were for solitary people who read, worked or were on their phones, and that noisy/chatty people were to sit outside or facing the window/wall. He was very adamant about this. While I didn't judge his comments, I did say things that showed I had a different opinion, and that's when he confirmed he was a snob, and all his friends knew this. He'd often be told that he was a snob and he admitted to it and it was something he was completely comfortable with.It was fun having that length of conversation with him, as I'm generally terrible with conversation, however I love when I meet new people. It's always interesting and I didn't mind one bit that he was a snob. I think that's how we talked about so much , cause the whole time I was thinking, wow, that's some extreme snobbery right there, but he was confident and comfortable in his own skin and that's all that matters.And hence, my very first encounter with a real snob! Very exciting and enlightening indeed.
Not enough people look up to the sky
For a long time, I've believed that people don't look up enough. There are some awesome things in the sky, and sometimes in buildings too.Umbrellas hanging trinkets from a dreamerThe cloud that is the essence of a wishThe silhouette of a passing dragonOr just some pretty flowers and things.
Also I've been cooking lots still, making up my own recipes and stuff, as well as juicing my own orange juice etc. It tastes so much better than any store bought stuff. And it turns out I can cook chicken! I just roast it in the oven with nothing but salt, peppers (they are really nice peppers!) and a drizzle of oil for that golden skin. I've cooked so much that I might need to post about my springtime delights soon!
Trendy Terrariums
I am not a hispter, and here are my hispter plants to prove it!
I think this last one looks like a green fuzzy spider primed to strike. It's so cute! :)
Terrarrrararararrium
Granite Island, The Wind, and the Beginning of Proof
I love things that are packed full of jam, pickles, and other kinds of action. So this weekend I took a trip down to Victor Harbour and Granite Island.Everyone told me it'd be cold, but for all the 10°C - 14°C, it wasn't all that cold. I attribute this to my Rhodes and Beckett attire and the fact that Sydney has worse winters by far.It was wet, cold and windy but I didn't mind at all - I was loving it! However the farmer's markets weren't faring as well - I saw a few tents tip over - so they had to shut down early. I didn't get my chance to spend money here, which was a good and bad thing, since I probably won't visit again... ever?It also meant the horse drawn tram wasn't in action to Granite Island, but that was okay as I discovered it wasn't a horse-drawn carriage. I was anticipating some good old, old fashioned horse carriages, but the picture advertising it depicted a giant bus-like thing drawn by horses, so I was disappointed without actually being disappointed. Instead I got to walk along the giant bridge-thing to the small island with big rocks and penguins that didn't show!
So there were a bunch of giant rocks at the top/one side of the island, and I really wanted to climb on the highest one but it was too slippery and I'm a chicken. So I stood on a mini-rock and had a fight and an argument with the wind - which was really, really strong. And I lost both! It stole my voice when I tried to shout at it, then it almost succeeded in toppling me multiple times. So I shouted "HELLO TO THE END OF THE WORLD" with the direction the wind was blowing, and I think it liked that. It was very exciting! So now I know why I like the sun: it's powerful and makes fun of me, but at least it's not a big meanie like the wind.
Aaaand an obligatory food post of a cute little bar called Proof which I have to go back to, mainly because they have lobster rolls with kewpie (!!!), snails, blood sausage + egg toasties, jamon iberico, house pickles and other assorted goodies! So all I have to show on my first visit is this mind-blowing chocolate mousse. It was extra dark chocolate mousse, topped with liquidy custardy stuff (I forgot what they called it), served in a cocktail glass. AMAZING. Well worth the $9!
It is a very classy bar. That Eleven card is what they gave me in exchange for holding my credit card ransom as I opted to open a tab for myself :D It was exciting because I've never done that before!!!
The Ephemery
Welcome to my dream word, The Ephemery.Lose yourself in time, in blurred reality;Live and re-live your life in pursuit of enlightenment…In no hope, the darkness consumes you;In freedom, the chaos releases you.All leads to end.